A/N: This is my offering for the Richonne Just Desserts 50 Reasons for (Richonne) Sex Challenge on Tumblr. I chose #24: Forgetting to buy a birthday present. This is a little humour mixed with smut. Enjoy!

The early morning was warm, but a fresh easterly wind afforded the residents of Alexandria a nice reprieve from the otherwise long summer. Michonne walked with a determination to her step and Judith on her hip. They made their way over to Olivia's home and Michonne knocked on the door thrice; they were met by the smiling owner.

"Good morning," said Olivia in greeting to Michonne, before she placed her hand on Judith's head and spoke to the small child. "Hello, Judy."

Judith cooed and Michonne passed her over to her friend.

"Got a busy day ahead of you?" Olivia asked while Michonne nodded.

"Sure do," she answered. "I'm going to check on Carl before we leave on the run."

"He's helping out with training?" she asked.

"Yeah," replied Michonne. "And it's been really good for his PT. He'll be one hundred percent again in no time."

"That's great," said Olivia; the two women bid each other farewell before Michonne pressed a loving kiss to Judith's forehead.

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Rick was on perimeter check and returned through the front gate just as Michonne and her group were rolling back in. They were caught up in some trouble on the outside whereby Heath injured himself. The group agreed that they did not want to take their chances as a small herd was presently lingering down the road a few miles.

They returned without getting much of anything in the way of supplies. Rick rushed over to ensure that everyone was all right. He looked worried that they were back so soon; resting his weight onto one foot, he listened while Heath explained what had happened.

"Y'all made the right call," said Rick as he nodded his head.

Glenn reached into his rucksack and then handed Rick a bottle of vodka before offering him a jovial, "Happy birthday, man."

Abe threw Rick a cigar, "Come by later and we'll help you get shitfaced." He added before helping Heath to walk towards the infirmary.

Rick offered his thanks, nodded his head and then examined the gifts closely. Michonne remained quiet by his side. He then caught her looking somewhat sheepishly at him.

Rick tilted his head, grinned and then asked, "What?"

"I didn't get you anything," she replied regretfully. "I forgot."

…..

"You should go for a couple of hours," said Michonne. "It'll be fun."

"I really don't mind stayin' home with you and the kids," said Rick, as he watched her clean the dishes from his birthday dinner.

"Go with the guys, unwind a little," said Michonne. "At least they remembered to get you a gift."

"Hey now," said Rick. "I told you it's okay. Don't go feelin' bad about it."

He wrapped his arm around her waist from behind and kissed her neck. "You're the only gift I need."

His hand then travelled up her front as he kissed her more fervently while cupping her breast through her top; Michonne turned and caught his mouth with hers as they deepened the kiss. His hand, like always, found her perfectly round backside and he gave it a squeeze. Just then, Carl walked in and coughed, getting their attention.

"Dad, I know it's your birthday and all, but can you two do that somewhere else?" he asked, before walking to the fridge and getting something to drink. Rick sighed and rested his forehead on Michonne's.

"I'm gonna get goin'," he said, while kissing her cheek and heading towards the front door. "See y'all later."

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Later that same evening…

Rick made his way through the front door of his home; he was inebriated from drinking with his friends at his impromptu birthday get-together. After he locked up, he took off his boots and proceeded to bump his leg on the coffee table. The alcohol in his system ensured he felt no discomfort, but it also caused him to lean down a little and offer the inanimate object a quick "Sorry" before staggering into the kitchen.

Upon opening the fridge, Rick found a plate of leftovers from his birthday dinner; he took it out and, after unwrapping the foil, placed the dish in the microwave. He pressed a few buttons on the keypad and was slightly alarmed to find the beeping to be so loud. Rick then told the machine to "Shhhhhh" before he got a glass of water and downed it in one quick gulp.

He went to take a seat at the dining table while he waited for his food to warm up. Just then, Michonne came downstairs wearing one of his shirts. He smiled up at her and thought for a moment that she looked good enough to eat.

"C'mere, darlin'," said Rick with a slight slur in his voice. Michonne sauntered over to where he was sitting and went to pull out a chair.

"Nah, you can sit right here," he offered while gesturing to his lap. She tilted her head, pursed her lips and then straddled his lap; she played with his curls absentmindedly as he stared at her face.

"Did I wake you?" he asked, his hands squeezing her ass.

"Nah, I waited up for you."

"Good, I thought that damn microwave was too noisy," he said as she smiled at him.

"You had a good time?" she asked, stroking his hair backwards.

"I did," he said. "But I reckon I'm a bit drunk right now."

Michonne let out a little giggle. She smiled at how his eyes were glassy and his gaze seemed a little out of focus. Tipsy Rick was an adorable Rick, she mused; pleased that he enjoyed his evening with their friends.

"I'm sorry about not getting you anything for your birthday," she lamented.

"I told you, it's okay" he offered. "You're all I need."

She smiled and kissed his forehead.

"I had fun, but missed you, though," he admitted.

His lips soon found her neck and clavicle as he trailed kisses along her smooth skin. She let out a pleasured moan and Rick felt his jeans tighten as his cock quivered. His mouth captured hers in a heated, messy kiss, but Michonne pulled away from him after a short while. The microwave beeped to signal his dinner had been warmed; Rick did not care.

"What?" asked Rick, sucking at her collarbone again for a moment and causing Michonne to lose her train of thought. "It's my beer breath, uh?" he asked while slipping a hand up under her shirt.

"Hmm," was all that Michonne could muster.

Rick, without warning, gripped her hips and then lifted her off of his lap and onto the tabletop. He proceeded to part her legs and kiss her inner thighs.

"Is that better?" he asked while simultaneously running his fingers over her heated center and kissing her delicate skin. Her white underwear soon became soaked from her arousal and Rick smiled at his keen ability to make Michonne wet from the smallest ministrations.

He pulled her panties to the side and took a long, slow lick of her bald pussy; sucking her clit into his mouth after lapping his pink tongue over her delicious slit. He used his fingers to part her swollen lips that framed her glistening opening prettily; the enticing pink a lovely contrast to her dark brown folds. Rick's mouth began to water as his dick was set hard. The microwave beeped, but neither of them noticed as his tongue worked over her delta.

He fumbled with his zip and, after a slightly clumsy moment, was able to free his length. Rick rubbed Michonne's pussy with his hand and then used her wetness to slicken his veiny shaft. He tugged his length a few times before he turned his attention back to the beautiful woman in front of him who sat breathing heavily and spreadeagled.

Rick slipped two fingers inside and pumped them in and out of her; Michonne's mouth fell open in an 'o' shape as her breathing quickened. He then brought his mouth back to drink her sweetness. Michonne's head rolled backwards as Rick finger fucked her while he licked her throbbing little nub. She moaned and whimpered as she spread herself wider for him; his hand snaked up under the shirt and found her pert breasts; he massaged her tits as he licked and sucked her swollen lips and aching clitoris.

His attentions bring Michonne to the height of her pleasure. As she found her release, Rick drank her juices and licked her clean. While she rode out her orgasm, Rick wiped the back of his hand over his mouth and licked his lips. He then stood, took his cock and positioned himself at her throbbing core. He rubbed his smooth tip over her slit, coating it with her wetness, before he slid inside of her. His breath was ragged and the deep moan that he let out was brusque and needy. He growled as he thrust into her and set a steady pace.

He lifted her by the hips so her pussy could meet his ardent thrusts. Rick's movements were hastened as Michonne, still feeling intoxicated from her orgasm, held his gaze and wrapped her legs about his waist. His thick red cock plunged into her engorged pussy again and again as her creamy come caked his hardness. The sound of their skin smacking together was drowned out by their moans. Holding her in place, Rick lifted Michonne's bottom half completely off of the table as he drove his hardened length into her harder and faster, spurred on by her sensual cries and the way she moaned his name over and over. Each time he struck at her core, he hit her spot and drew her closer to her climax. After several more thrusts, Michonne's walls clenched around Rick's cock and she came a second time. He followed soon thereafter as he withdrew his dick and shot his warm seed onto her stomach before collapsing; breathless, he then drew her into an embrace. The microwave beeped another time and was again ignored by the sated lovers as they fought to regain their composure.